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Friday, November 7, 2008

Museum Fun

Today we visited the New Children's Museum, and due to multiple factors (such as my camera battery died early on, and my kids move too fast for the camera's auto focus), I didn't get a huge variety of photos. We hit our favorite gallery first: the pillow fight room (a.k.a The Greenhall Family Gallery). Rigel and Izzy could spend the whole day there, pass out and nap there, then wake up and start all over again. It's great for a rainy day when you've got kids bouncing off the walls... this is literally a mattress-padded room filled with tire-shaped pillows (you can stack 'em, crawl under 'em, through 'em, or over 'em). This room is the one place where rough housing is a bonus, as it provides two huge punching bags which are suspended from the ceiling. The mattress "slide" is of course a big hit...backwards, forwards, head-first--there's no rules on this slide.

"We hurry through the so-called boring things in order to attend to that which we deem more important, interesting. Perhaps the final freedom will be a recognition that everything in every moment is essential and that nothing at all is 'important.' "--Helen M. Luke

"Do not fear mistakes. There are none."--Miles Davis

"It may be human nature to see life in terms of highs and lows, but the bulk of it, really, is just navigating the vast, annoyance-flecked stretches in between--without inflating them into dramas."--Carolyn Hax"i thank you godfor most this amazing day; forthe leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue truedream of sky;and for everythingwhich is naturalwhich is infintitewhich is yes."--e.e. cummings"The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective."--Henry David Thoureau

"I write as I might sew—cutting out the pieces, threading them to each other—not knowing until they are connected whether the garment might flow, hang, wrinkle or sag."--Twigg and Bug

Parenthood provides us a different ruler with which to measure our wealth.

The golden bees are making sweet honeyFrom all my old failures.--Antonio Machado